Blade photographers head out every day to capture the triumphs, tragedies, and oddities of life in Lucas County and beyond.
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May-morning magic – an essay. May does not enter the day, it floats in it. Even before a bird rattles, there is a dream skin over the meadows, thin as breath, silvery as a forgotten fairy tale. It is this hour in which the world pretends that it is not yet fully awake – and therefore most truthfully. One thinks that the landscape has concluded a secret agreement with the imagination overnight. The grasses stand like little ladies of the court, e…